Ninja * Beasts

After Izuna finished speaking to Wūwū Liánběi, he looked up at Kakuzu and paused for a moment.

When he first saw the name "Kakuzu" floating next to this person on the Shitty Map, he thought it was just a coincidence.

After all, this name isn't particularly rare; the Shinobi World is so vast, it's normal to have the same name as someone else.

But the face before me, with its brown skin, green eyes, and the stitches around its mouth, was clearly that of Kakuzu.

Kakuzu's movements froze.

He looked at Izuna's face, which was wearing a cat mask. The eyes beneath the mask were shining brightly as if they were looking at something rare.

He frowned, his voice wary. "You know me?"

"Hmm..." Izuna hesitated for a moment before saying, "How should I put it, you have the face of the God of Wealth."

Kakuzu: "..."

Why is this person saying the same things as that child?

The brat Mokushō spoke to him in the same tone the first time they met, saying something like, "You look like someone who's destined to make a fortune."

He initially dismissed it as nonsense from a kid, but now another one has appeared.

Does he really look wealthy? Isn't it true that only those who are fair-skinned and chubby are considered wealthy? How can his dark face be considered wealthy?

"Hey, never mind that." Izuna waved his hand. "Are you on my side?"

Kakuzu was solemn.

He understood what Izuna was asking, and he understood what that answer meant.

"Yes," he said cautiously, "I'm on your side, Lord Izuna."

Izuna nodded, then reached out and pushed Renbei towards Kakuzu: "You watch this guy for now, I have to go rescue someone."

After catching Renkichi Kakuzu didn't quite understand why Izuna had thrown him to him.

"I can help you save people."

"Then this person..."

Without hesitation, Kakuzu reached out, Chakra surging between his fingers, aiming straight for Renbei's throat.

"What the hell!" Izuna grabbed Kakuzu's wrist with lightning speed. "What are you doing!"

Kakuzu looked up at Izuna, "Didn't you tell me to get rid of this person?"

Izuna couldn't hold back any longer, "I told you to keep an eye on him! You can't kill him!"

Kakuzu frowned, glanced down at the unconscious Renbei at his feet, and then looked up at Izuna.

He couldn't understand why someone who had just been hostile towards Lian Bei would now turn around and save his life.

That last slash showed absolutely no mercy. If the man with the inflamed eye hadn't reacted quickly and rolled to the side, that slash would have sliced off half of his nape.

But now Izuna is stopping him, preventing him from killing.

Is this person mentally unstable?

"Yes, Lord Izuna." Kakuzu understand, but Kakuzu obeyed.

He Earth Grudge Fear to tightly bind the person, and then carried him on his back.

Izuna created more than a dozen Shadow Clones on the spot.

The Shadow Clones scattered and rushed towards various directions of the venue.

Izuna's gaze swept quickly across the Shitty Map, red dots kept appearing: one in the east, two in the west, and another in the alley to the north.

One person simply cannot handle it all.

It wasn't just Lian Bei and his group inside the venue who were eyeing the important figure's life.

Even worse, the nobles, envoys, and Military Advisors were running around in a completely disorganized manner. Benzaiten shouted on the stage that they should run towards the audience area, where there was a protective Barrier that would make them safer.

Some people believed it and ran inside, managing to save their lives. Others, however, completely distrusted Benzaiten and the Ninja's Barrier, shrinking back into their own protective circles, screaming as they ran towards secluded areas.

The further they ran, the more they strayed off course, and the more scattered they became. Izuna busy rescuing one person in the east and rushing to another in the west, so busy that he was dizzy and disoriented.

Just as a Shadow Clone pulled an envoy away from a hidden weapon, it turned around to find another nobleman had already run into the assassins' ambush.

Izuna's main body kicked the Ninja who was about to detonate, but before he could retract his hand, the Shadow Clone in the west dissipated, leaving behind a last trace of his senses.

The people over there couldn't be saved.

Depend on!

These people are so difficult to deal with!

Kakuzu behind Izuna's main body, watching him rescue people everywhere.

The young man frowned, increasingly confused.

What is this person doing? Why bother protecting people? Wouldn't it be better to just let them be protected by the people they hired and then abandon them?

He's been rescuing and protecting people everywhere, and people are saying he's not doing his job well.

Those who failed to protect the adults will be held accountable for not doing so.

These people were originally short-lived ghosts sent to their deaths by the Daimyo of various countries; they were all sent to the Land of Hot Water by their own masters to be killed.

Why did Izuna go to all that trouble to save him?

The key point is that he saved more than just nobles.

Kakuzu witnessed Izuna dragging two children out from under a collapsed stall, then turning around and pulling an old woman selling dumplings out of the fire. He didn't even leave out a homeless man with a broken leg, dragging him to the base of the wall.

Moreover, he didn't kill those Ninjas.

If you just go all out, you can take them down one by one with a single strike; it'll be a quick way to clear them out.

Every time Izuna subdued someone, he would knock them unconscious, pin them down, dislocate their joints, or break their legs, and then throw them to Kakuzu to tie up.

Kakuzu already had three on his back and one in his hand, Earth Grudge Fear separated one to carry people, making the entire black hemp ball covered with people.

Kakuzu understand.

Doesn't this kid know how much trouble this will bring him? When these people wake up and find that they've lost their arms and legs, they won't be grateful to him for sparing their lives; instead, they'll resent him and turn around and bite him.

After all, Ninjas live a precarious life every day. Nothing else matters except what they truly care about. Izuna killed them, and they accepted it because it was their fate; they were meant to die anyway.

If Izuna doesn't kill them, but only breaks their limbs, they will only feel that Izuna has cut off their path. Not all Ninjas have spare money, nor can all Ninjas afford to hire Ninja Medic.

A broken bone takes a hundred days to heal, and breaking their limbs means they won't be able to go on missions for at least three months. If they don't have family and friends to help them, their tribe won't support them.

To survive for three months, with no guarantee that the bones will be set properly, is nothing short of torture for someone who once possessed strength.

They will surely resent the person who spared their lives.

But the person before him seemed oblivious to all this. Kakuzu gazed at Izuna, his only thought being that he wanted them to live.

If it was out of kindness, then he should have killed these people even more; if it was for revenge, he wouldn't have simply broken their arms and legs to make them carry people.

But to say he intended to show favoritism wouldn't be accurate.

Uchiha Izuna, what exactly do you want to do?

Izuna is currently in a state of utter chaos.

Madara and Hashirama were both dealing with the biggest crisis, and the Chakra fluctuations over there could be felt even from several streets away, so they had no time to pay attention to this side.

Tobirama was also trying his best to save people, but no matter how fast his Flying Thunder God was, it couldn't outrun the assassins hiding in the shadows.

Hiroyama's Yakuza tried to stop the death toll from spreading, but the number of casualties continued to rise rapidly.

Just as a Shadow Clone pulled a target out of the Poison Gas's range, a hidden arrow flew past his shoulder and pierced the back of a nearby civilian.

The man didn't even utter a sound; he collapsed to the ground, convulsed twice, and then lay still.

The Shadow Clone turned back to look, but the alley was empty; the archer had long since moved to another spot.

Another explosion.

One of the Explosive Tags that the Shadow Clone had just intercepted still managed to escape and explode at the street corner.

Splinters of wood and rubble flew everywhere, and several children were thrown over by the blast wave. Before their cries could even escape, they were drowned out by even more screams.

Those Ninjas weren't as upright and honorable as they were portrayed in the main film.

They used nothing but dirty tricks.

Hidden arrows, Poison Gas, Ninjutsu, and a casual slash as you pass by.

There are so many Shitty Map that it's impossible to clean them all up. The red dots are so dense, like a handful of Anko scattered on the ground. You press one, and another pops up from the other side.

Izuna now understands why Kakuzu kill the Chinoike Clan.

Even if these people are knocked unconscious, it doesn't guarantee they've truly lost consciousness.

Ninja's body is much stronger than Ordinary People's; even if they faint, they can wake up within minutes and continue fighting.

At the very least, you have to break their arms and sever their tendons to stop them from continuing their violence.

In their eyes, ordinary people are not even livestock.

A Shadow Clone saw an assassin pull out a handful of Shattered Needles from his pocket and casually scatter them into the crowd.

The needles were coated with something so that you wouldn't feel any pain when they pierced your skin, but after running a few steps, you would start to feel weak, collapse to the ground, and foam at the mouth.

Adults and children who came happily to the Summer Festival collapsed one after another before they could even react.

If they could slow him down, the Ninjas could then make their move.

Izuna clenched his teeth.

Oh shit.

The world's prejudice against Ninjas is absolutely right!

They're all a bunch of beasts!

Izuna gritted his teeth and increased his speed by another gear.

These people, in order to complete their mission and save their own lives, completely disregard the lives of others!

Here, under the combined attack of Hashirama, Kinkaku was quickly suppressed.

Hashirama placed one hand on his forehead, and the sealing Runes seeped in layer by layer, sealing the Tailed Beast Chakra.

Kinkaku roared and struggled, but the Vines were tightly entangled, and Madara's Susanoo was pressing down on him from the side, so he couldn't move.

Once the seal was complete, Hashirama removed his hand from Kinkaku's forehead and immediately turned to look in the direction of the venue.

At this moment, the situation over there had completely descended into chaos.

Hiroyama and his Yakuza attempted to maintain order, with dozens of his men forming a human wall to lead the fleeing crowd into the alley.

However, these people were completely caught up in the state of wartime refugee, and fear burned away their reason. Trying to stop them would only lead to riots, turning them from refugees into perpetrators.

Some people pushed aside the people from Hiroyama and rushed forward, some turned back to smash the already closed shops, and some squatted in the corner with their children in their arms, only to be trampled over by the people surging from behind.

Tobirama appeared in various places.

The Flying Thunder God technique marks were scattered around the venue. He jumped over them one by one, picking up those who couldn't run away from the roadside and stuffing those who could still be saved into shops that could block things.

He dragged the owner of a teahouse out from behind the counter and threw him into the stone-walled warehouse next door.

Two children were squatting under the stall crying. He tucked one under each armpit, slipped into an alley to put them down, and then disappeared to the next spot.

Izuna was also quickly dealing with the Ninja had taken advantage of the chaos to assassinate him.

Shadow Clones scattered everywhere, but there still weren't enough people.

Hashirama and Madara stood beside the suppressed Kinkaku, looking at the chaos in the distance. They both knew that someone had to step forward to suppress everyone, otherwise this chaos would not end as easily as it had at the docks that day.

Before the incident occurred, Tobirama sent out a clone to warn Madara that there was something wrong with the ship.

The clone landed on the ship and saw the little girl board. It was planning to tell Madara about this after the Land of Whirlpools' Ruler talked to the little girl, but before it could even open its mouth, Chakra burst forth from the other side.

Madara immediately said, "Tobirama, you stay here and protect the lord and this little girl."

The clone Tobirama nodded, formed hand seals, and disappeared.

The next second, Tobirama form teleported over using the Flying Thunder God Technique.

He glanced in the direction Madara had left and frowned.

Is this what Bishamonten is supposed to do? That seems unlikely.

The fame of Kinkaku and Ginkaku is too great.

The Kumogakure's Two Lights, who survived eating flesh and drinking blood inside Nine-Tails's belly, can be said to have the most brutal and resounding reputations besides Madara and Hashirama.

They just said they couldn't rely on Ninjas, then they hired Ninjas to kill people for them. How can they explain this if word gets out?

Although Cultist are also brain-dead, their beliefs are pure.

Since Bishamonten was going to kill someone, he had to make sure that the Evil God he worshipped succeeded, or at the very least, make it seem like it had nothing to do with Ninjas.

Let me create a clone and go back to see what those people are thinking.

Tobirama was about to form hand seals, his gaze suddenly stopped as he swept across the hall.

Hmm? Izuna?

What is he doing? Saving someone?

Tobirama squinted, watching the cat-masked youth leaping from rooftop to rooftop in the distance. He watched him repeatedly flip down, dragging out people hiding under stalls, pulling trampled children from the crowd, and dragging civilians grazed by hidden weapons to the base of the wall.

Why save those people?

Tobirama frowned.

Although too many people shouldn't die at the Summer Festival, isn't there a ready-made reason now?

On the day of the Summer Festival, Kinkaku and Ginkaku went mad, killing countless people and causing heavy casualties.

This kind of explanation will shut those nobles up. The smarter ones will remember to run into the Barrier, where they'll be safe. This Barrier was set up by the Land of Whirlpools and approved by the Land of Hot Water.

The fact that the nobles survived such a massacre is a favor they owe to the Land of Whirlpools and the Land of Hot Water, which will make future negotiations easier.

Izuna's efforts to save people will only give them a bad reputation for incompetence.

You saved 90% of them; the remaining 10% that couldn't be saved is your responsibility.

Good things are taken for granted, but bad things travel a long way.

It's not worth the risk.

Tobirama stood there watching Izuna's retreating figure as he flipped down from the roof and pulled the two children away from the fire.

Oh well, never mind.

He withdrew his gaze and raised his hands to form a hand seal.

Izuna is willing to help, then I'll do my part too. I can't let him shoulder the burden alone.

Tobirama then created several clones, which sped off in various directions from the venue.

The clones scattered and used Flying Thunder God to head to the Summer Festival, joining Izuna's Shadow Clones to rescue people.

Meanwhile, one of his clones returned to the veranda of Bishamonten's residence.

The Military Advisors were all peering out from the stands.

They had never witnessed Madara and Hashirama's Ninjutsu firsthand, and they didn't know what the blue Giant and the churning Forest Sea on the sea were.

They felt that it was the fulfillment of Bishamonten's words. Just now he said, "The time for Heavenly Punishment is coming soon. Please open your eyes wide and see the arrival of this great power." The next second, a Chakra Storm exploded on the sea.

Immediately afterwards, Forest Sea surged from the sea, their intertwined branches surrounding and blocking the red and black figure, forcing him to flee in a sorry state.

Then a semi-transparent blue Giant rose from the street, wielding twin blades, and forcefully pushed back the incoming red and black beam of light.

What else could this be but a miracle?

"Bishamonten!" The representative from the Land of Water turned around, a look of astonishment still lingering on his face. "This... this is the power of Evil God?"

"That Giant! That Forest Sea! What incredible power!" The representative from the Land of Lightning pounded on the wooden railing, his voice booming so loud it shook dust from the eaves. "No wonder you said you'd let us witness it with our own eyes; it truly lives up to its reputation!"

The representative from the Land of Wind stroked his beard and nodded in agreement. "With such divine power, what is there to fear from Ninjas?"

The group chatted excitedly, as if the chaos, explosions, and Kakkō that had just filled the streets were merely background music to this "Heavenly Punishment."

Bishamonten stood behind them, but his expression was very unpleasant.

He lowered his head, the smile in his eyes long gone, his lips pressed into a straight line.

He asked the steward standing beside him in a low voice, "What exactly is going on?"